Silence

No more sun glistening over the remains
The twilight breeze has calmed the mind
Gone are the intellectual, the vain, the prudes
The brave didn’t stand a chance in those sparkling shoes

But what they left without regret
Tears the ultimate prize they claim
To the victor go the spoils tonight
Not one fascist beating heart in sight

Maybe the hypocrite stares bleary eyed
His wonders of merriment turn into fright
Just a matter of time before it starts again
A smoke, a drink, an ominous game

Whispers cluster at every corner
Soft web of lies denied
Cold, desolate and lonely in there
Preferred silence now available everywhere